Chapter 1:
"Let me go, Ty. I know the truth, and don't think I won't tell."
"Then go. I'm not stopping you. I know you'll tell, and I know I can pay you off. Take this-"
"I don't want your money. I'm going to Ottery St. Catchpole, and you can't stop me. You'll be lucky if I even return home."
I woke with a start, May was still sleeping soundly next to me, her blanket falling. Gently, I picked it up and I placed it carefully back on her. Slowly I got up and I went to the plane's bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. Knock. Knock. Knock.
I opened the door to see one of the attendants. "Sir, I must ask that you return to your seat. We will be landing in a matter of minutes."
"No problem." I replied, exiting and returning to my seat. May was awake now and smiling at me. I grabbed her hand as I buckled. "How'd you sleep, sis?"
"Quite uncomfortable, actually." she smiled. "I can't wait to meet grandpa..."
I nodded, I didn't want to say anything, especially because I was afraid to meet him. What if he was just as bad as Ty? I mean, I didn't want to believe that, but I couldn't help but feel that way...
The rest of the plane ride was in silence and when we landed I just grabbed my stuff and I got off. I grabbed my stuff from the terminal and I looked for Tristan.
"Daddy!" May called, waving to a tall man with light auburn hair wearing a leather jacket and jeans. She ran to him. "Hi, Daddy!" For a seventeen year old, she was really immature. I walked slowly up to them, carrying both my and May's luggage.
"Michael." he said smiling. He extended his hand for the luggage and I gave him May's green suitcase.
"Hi Tristan." I replied. He couldn't blame me, I had never met him before and he was never in my life. I didn't feel I had the right to call him 'dad.'
He shifted uncomfortably. But he shrugged it off just as quickly. And we left in his black dodge viper.